Poetical Musings

Please

Embrace me not with your touch
but with your hands.
Touch me not with your eyes
but with your heart.
Hear me not with your words
but with mine.
Love me not for who i will be
but for who i am now.
Listen to me not because you can
but because you want to.
Be near me not because you have to
but because you need to.
Trust me not because you want to
but because it feels right.
See me for what i am becoming
not for what i once was.
Kiss me like there is no tomorrow.
My passion never wanes.

Kevin Harling


Indigo

I feel like I should
bite into the pomegranate
ink as if I was a sword
day hour night
that upon evening
declares not the minutes
but seconds of sound
and earth pollen whisper,

I feel like I should
breath utter wish but not hope
hold reach strive for pavement
and sand beach patch of sky
and touch the flesh that is you,

I feel like I should
with joy and buoyant heart
forever gasps shout and not
be afraid to cry water tear blue
and smiles like laughter has
a real voice and I could go on

and on into the sunset setting moon
and stars your eyes and Heaven
so much bliss and footsteps
silent footsteps washing away.

Kevin Harling


Divinity

Love has not seen fit to imprint its hands
upon me
no peach impressions have adorned my topaz
flesh
and yet my eyes twinkle at the notion of its
unyielding promise.

Heaven's vow shines its luminescent veil upon
my brow,
I whisper when night blankets my soul,
my heart beating melodious the songs
of divine truth.

So to what can I defer these soft sentiments
if not above,
To where can I send this bliss if not into
the blue beyond.

I may not have tasted earthly love, but our
Fathers love has never waned,
it cannot be diminished, or divided.
It is purer than white, boundless and
all encompassing.

Love may not have seen fit to lay its
bosom upon me,
But when silence becomes a dove, I
take flight into the stars, this earthly
body freed,
and when I awake and kneel my will,
All the skies pray in union
and declare their hands all over me.

Kevin Harling


Returning

Spaces
merge and extend
the white silences
of emptiness.

From behind your hands
the wind contains the sea
the sun erodes the days
shape.

I walk learning to hold fire,
surviving the answers.

Words like sadness ripple the page,
the afternoon a marsh where I graze
silently.

Do I need your approval to continue?

I feel cauterized, I am renouncing
the past tense and
studying the insignificant at length.

I am always returning.

Kevin Harling

Please

Embrace me not with your touch
but with your hands.
Touch me not with your eyes
but with your heart.
Hear me not with your words
but with mine.
Love me not for who i will be
but for who i am now.
Listen to me not because you can
but because you want to.
Be near me not because you have to
but because you need to.
Trust me not because you want to
but because it feels right.
See me for what i am becoming
not for what i once was.
Kiss me like there is no tomorrow.
My passion never wanes.


Indigo

I feel like I should
bite into the pomegranate
ink as if I was a sword
day hour night
that upon evening
declares not the minutes
but seconds of sound
and earth pollen whisper,

I feel like I should
breath utter wish but not hope
hold reach strive for pavement
and sand beach patch of sky
and touch the flesh that is you,

I feel like I should
with joy and buoyant heart
forever gasps shout and not
be afraid to cry water tear blue
and smiles like laughter has
a real voice and I could go on

and on into the sunset setting moon
and stars your eyes and Heaven
so much bliss and footsteps
silent footsteps washing away.


Divinity

Love has not seen fit to imprint its hands
upon me
no peach impressions have adorned my topaz
flesh
and yet my eyes twinkle at the notion of its
unyielding promise.

Heaven's vow shines its luminescent veil upon
my brow,
I whisper when night blankets my soul,
my heart beating melodious the songs
of divine truth.

So to what can I defer these soft sentiments
if not above,
To where can I send this bliss if not into
the blue beyond.

I may not have tasted earthly love, but our
Fathers love has never waned,
it cannot be diminished, or divided.
It is purer than white, boundless and
all encompassing.

Love may not have seen fit to lay its
bosom upon me,
But when silence becomes a dove, I
take flight into the stars, this earthly
body freed,
and when I awake and kneel my will,
All the skies pray in union
and declare their hands all over me.

Kevin Harling


Returning

Spaces
merge and extend
the white silences
of emptiness.

From behind your hands
the wind contains the sea
the sun erodes the days
shape.

I walk learning to hold fire,
surviving the answers.

Words like sadness ripple the page,
the afternoon a marsh where I graze
silently.

Do I need your approval to continue?

I feel cauterized, I am renouncing
the past tense and
studying the insignificant at length.

I am always returning.

Kevin Harling